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Soft wonders of the majestic night

forever dreaming of the moons sweet light

vibrant colors kept hidden beneath shades

dancing delicate agility

as they flit among the star-fed flowers

painted black eyes ever watching the sky

so often their beauty misunderstood

these gentle nocturne seekers of the light

questing to obtain what they are denied

sentenced always to live in the shadow

cast always out of the suns burning light

but living instead beneath the moons glow

innocently these nightly visitors

bring nightmares upon their soft silent wings.

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Nice poem, Silver Wind. :-) I think that you have a good eye for romantic details when it comes to your natural imagery, and your descriptions of the moths here are nicely done. My favorite part of the poem is definitely the ending, though, as the change in tone with the "nightmares" on the moths' wings is an excellent twist, especially with the delicate description you give to said wings. In terms of possible things to improve, the line "so often their beauty misunderstood" irked me a little for some reason, maybe because of the grammar or maybe because the line feels like a more distant and general observation than the other lines describing the moths.

 

Thanks for sharing this, as always Silver Wind. :-) I enjoyed reading it.

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Thank you

 

so often their beauty misunderstood

Yes I can see what you mean here, I was not completly sold on the word "misunderstood" and I thought and thought of another way I could convey the message I wanted using something else but I got stuck there, so I just went with it.

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I liked especially liked the dichotomy of the moth's ethereal, almost fragile beauty, and the weaving in of them being the nightmare bearers lends them an air of faint menace as well.

 

You made *moths* menacing!!!

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Beautifully gentle, but you do seem to have a blind spot for the possessive apostrophe don't you? ;)

 

 

 

Soft wonders of the majestic night

forever dreaming of the moon's sweet light

vibrant colors kept hidden beneath shades

dancing delicate agility

as they flit among the star-fed flowers

painted black eyes ever watching the sky

so often their beauty misunderstood

these gentle nocturne seekers of the light

questing to obtain what they are denied

sentenced always to live in the shadow

cast always out of the sun's burning light

but living instead beneath the moon's glow

innocently these nightly visitors

bring nightmares upon their soft silent wings.

Edited by reverie
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